Once Sarah had reached her house, she ran inside. She ran up the stairs and into the attic. There, she pulled out a razor from under her mattress and began to drag across her skin. The burning sensation erupted as blood rose from the cuts in little red dots, before flowing into thin streams.
Sarah full out sobbed. Her dad was not around to stop her from breaking down. Not around to scream and hit her. At least for a few days.
She left the attic and went into the bathroom. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet above the white marble sink. Her blood continued to run down her arm and dripped onto the sink, stained it with red spots.
Sarah pulled out a few bottles of painkillers. She stuffed them into her pockets, then she rushed down the stairs. She went into the kitchen and opened the alcohol cupboard. She pulled out a bottle of whisky that was half full.
Then, the doorbell rang.
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Lost Inside
Teen FictionA story of two "emos" who fight to survive their lives and not give in.
